While I have been busy with the ‘Rachel’ series (along with my co-conspirator) since February, it has resulted in a dearth of normal blogging activity. I suppose most bloggers experience this scenario, reporting on stuff that happens is relatively straight-forward, but how do we get on when anticipated events do…
Please check out part 1 here. A number of different tree types will produce suitably straight shoots. Dog-woods are good, Hazel, Alder maybe? Just use your judgement, and experiment a bit. Assembly. (In fact, one ‘prepares’ one’s birch) Your chosen twigs (that doesn’t feel like quite the right description but I…
Encouraged by the popularity of my little ‘A Beginners Guide to – Being Caned – Part One‘ series, and because I made reference to the historical (Victorian) use of The Birch Rod as the preferred choice of implement for corporal punishment, I thought that some of you might feel sufficiently…
This is intended to be the final part. Hopefully by now, those of you who were not already familiar with this particularly British obsession with caning will have gained a better understanding of how and why we like it so much. And just maybe, you are sufficiently intrigued to try…
By now you should have read Part One and Part Two, if not it would be a good idea to go there now. A Punishment Cane is an awesome thing. That simple, 32 inch yellow notched stick, with its iconic curved handle. Somehow you have accepted that it is going to be used…
If you haven’t read Part One, you really should go there first. So the scene is set. Embedded in every Brit over the age of about 40, and regardless of first-hand acquaintance, is an amorphous but dread fear of The Cane. This intangible respect seems to have been absorbed, as if…
It seems to be a particularly British ‘instrument of correction’. Other European countries favour(ed) a variety of implements, many utilising various forms of leather and ranging from single rod-like whips that were probably designed for horses, through to multi-thonged flexible whips and scourges. And no list of classic European…
He preferred to wear black for occasions such as this. Black suit, black shirt, black tie, and black underwear too although this mattered less. He wore this clothing to work on these days, mentally preparing himself for the event that would come later. As he worked, his black sleeves drifted…
A sharp SMACK! penetrated the silence. Her buttock quivered and was still. She jerked herself bolt upright and pulled her elbows back from their resting place on the wall, left knee straigtening and resuming its fair share of her weight. She tried to get her nose back in touch with…
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